Ps.35.14

My prayers were like lead in my gut, like I'd lost my best friend, my brother. I paced, distraught as a motherless child, hunched and heavyhearted.

Ps.35.14

I went about mourning as though for my friend or brother. I bowed my head in grief as though weeping for my mother.

Ps.35.14

I paced about as though he were my friend or brother; I bowed down heavily, as one who mourns for his mother.

Ps.35.14

I was sad, as though they were my friends or family, as if I were grieving for my own mother.